The Last Journey

The room was dim, lit only by the low glow of the desk lamp. Massimo stood with his back to them, Dario and Arturo, his shoulders tense, fists clenching and unclenching at his sides.

Arturo kept pacing, shaky breaths slipping out of him. Dario stood still, jaw clenched, watching Massimo.

Finally, Massimo inhaled sharply.

His voice was cold and detached.

“Where is he?”

Arturo swallowed. “The morgue